Shirou Emiya is dead. His love ones though he could finally rest. Oh how wrong they were, His soul was swept away by unknown forces, returning him to his true origins, to a certain blacksmith god. (FatexGreekMyth, With some elements I created on my own for the story's sake, grammar errors are to be expected)(First fic)(no harem planned for now)

En una isla sin forma, tres mujeres antiguamente adoradas y ahora perseguidas esperan la llegada de una nueva vida o dos.

In this world Magic exists and so do the souls of Gods and Heroes and with them comes the demons and the villains what is to come when a team is pulled together to stop the evil that is to come.